OK my friends... it's mysery photo time again!
A chance to take home one of your favourite images from this blog.
A full colour 8x12 inch print.
Gratis.
Free.
For nada!!
For real.
All you gotta do is...
Tell me about this:
Previous players will know that the "truth" behind the image is not important. 'Cause I'll tell you that part (eventually) anyway. What you need to do is let your mind run free, and share with us where your thoughts lead. What your imagination tells you might possibly (or impossibly) be behind the photo you see here. The more colourful, imaginative and coffee-spitworthy, the better.
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Then check back later to see how crazy everyone has gone!
I'm letting this one run til midnight Thursday (GG time, see clock to the right).
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You ready?
You steady?
Go!!
21 comments:
Well, my first thought was this must be a spur, but then upon further reflection, I came to the conclusion that this is, in fact, a pastry trimmer for making those perfect fluted edges on pie crusts. Our dear BB has woefully neglected her pie crusts, poor things, and so this poor trimmer languishes in a drawer in her kitchen, no doubt joined by her rusty brethren Mr. Butter Curler and Ms Melon Baller.
This will be interesting.
*settles back in chair to watch*
During the great blizzard of (18)o8, the cowboy and his poor horse were driven along by the wind and snow. Digging his heels into the poor beast to urge it on to shelter, he didn't hear the spur fall into the snow.
From that moment on, he couldn't understand why he rode in circles every time he tried to spur on his horse...
No one ever knew who the lone cowboy was so far out in the middle of the frozen prairie...
Fast forward to May 2008.
Cindy bought her little home, and was happily digging up a new place for a flower garden when found a lone spur. She thought, "Great! I can use this as a marker for my zinnias."
At first, I thought perhaps it may have been something used in a S & M adventure, a long, long time ago. Rusted and worn, too long without being cared for and taken care of. Perhaps someone got hurt and it was put aside? who knows....
But, after banishing those somewhat perverted thoughts, I've decided it is indeed a horse spur. Maybe the horse it was used on wasn't into S & M so much??? lol
What a fun photo. I do believe it's a fantastic old spur. Now let me see......where might have that spur come from? It was about 100 years ago, when your Great Great Great Grandfather was moving cattle from the upper fields down to the lower fields. It was an early Monday morning. Things were a bit cool and damp. A hazzy bush fog, laid like a blanket, over the fields where the cows nibbled on grass. Grandpa saddled up his horse and headed out to the upper fields to gather the herd. While on his ride, he thought he saw a mysterious figure watching him in a bush of trees. Could it be....yes....it was, his dearest love. He went to dismount from his horse when his right spur got stuck on the back of his saddle. His horse spooked and took off galloping straight into the herd of cattle. Grandpa hung on for dear life but the horse kept running. The cattle scattered and Grandpa and his horse disappeared into the fog, never to return. His love came running from the trees, to find her cowboy gone. All that was left was a single spur. She wept as she held his spur and his memory in her heart. She vowed right there and then to live on the land and had the treasured spur handed down to her kin.
The spur has been passed down from generation to generation of Bush Babes. It now lies in the hands of Bush Babe of Granite Glen.
How's that? It's late and I need to get the kids to bed. I can't wait to hear where the spur is from!
Looks like it's gonna be a 'spurs' theme...
So, there was Mrs BB, draped alluringly across the bed in her best flannelette negligee, waiting for Mr BB to come in.
She knew what to expect for he'd had a twinkle in his eye all month. But even she was surprised tonight.
Mr BB sashayed in wearing nothing but a pair of chaps, boots and spurs, and of course, that glint in his one good eye.
He loved the fact that she'd lit a kerosene lamp (as well as a mosquito coil) to provide some romantic ambience in terms of lighting and scents, but he wanted to add his own touch to the evening.
He rolled his spur across the shag-pile carpet, hoping to strike some sparks and make her heart miss a beat but, considering that he hadn't used the spurs since his last birthday, this one sheared off, flew across the room, and scared the crap out of the cat.
Mrs BB tried hard not to laugh but when Mr BB leaned in to kiss her, the velcro on his chaps rubbed along the surface of her negligee and they both experienced a jolt of static electricity which was, to say the least, a little different to the sparks they were expecting.
Nevertheless, they both laughed heartily at the comedy of errors and had a great night all the same.
Oh my - I am blushing after the last one...
Archie-ological find at Granite Glen
Full-time eye-candy, part-time cocky and hobby-time archaeologist Mr Incredible has uncovered a trove today at Granite Glen.
Believed to be the first real evidence of the hygiene proclivities of the native dinosaurs pre-dating human intervention, this dental probe is believed to still have prehistoric plaque.
lol - and my word verification is for Scotty - "jusnesti"
It's one of the very first aussie boomerangs, made out of metal before the sexy aussie cavemen realized the wooden variety flew better...and didn't rust ha. Looks like everyone else has decided it's a spur!!
Sooooo.... it’s something old! (thank you!) Not something new, borrowed or blue!
In the early 1900's, Beryl and Dave had a 'meeting place' in the hollow of an old river red gum.
Beryl Nolan was a farmer’s daughter, a beautiful, fair haired, busty broad, raised under the strictest of circumstances. Her father ‘didn’t come down in the last shower’ and knew that Beryl was a ‘bit of a good egg’ with the fella’s and tried to keep her away from them as much as possible.
Dave was the son of a miner and ‘not a bad sort’. He and his father worked a gold claim on the creek that meandered past the Nolan property.
Now Dave was a ‘fair dinkum’ Aussie male with the usual urges and tendencies of a man faced with a busty blonde.
After one particularly lusty meeting, where he was ‘in like Flynn’, Dave lovingly carved their initials into the bark of the tree with his spur.
He saw her father come ‘running like the clappers’ with a shotgun and like a typical Aussie male who has been sprung ‘up the creek without a paddle’, he was ‘off like a bride’s nightie’ with his pants around his ankles.
He dropped his spur as he ‘took off like a shot’ and that’s the last they ever saw of him.
But his ghost may be heard as …….. (you know the rest!)
Oh my, oh my, oh my!! You guys are hot today... heavens. I am giggling in my last cuppa of the night... For some reason, there is a bit of a 'sexy' theme going on here... something about you guys I need to know? Heh!
Keep 'em coming (yes, I am speaking to those lurkers who haven't thrown their hat in the ring yet).
:-)
BB
OMG, I'm laughing too hard at the other posts to concentrate on coming up with my own explanation! I thought it was part of the brake of an ancient miniature spaceship, but I keep breaking out in giggles and can't get beyond that!!! Nancy in Atlanta (Diane's Mom)
I'm with Mom L. I'm laughing so hard at the other posts that i can't think of a good story myself! I'll sleep on it and see what i come up with :-)
Before I read anyone else's comments, I have to tell you what I experienced when I first saw the antique elephant spur on this post for the first time!
Yes, you read correctly. There's been much research to discover why and how elephants originally came to manufacturing and using these monstrous spurs, but then you have to realize: there are dangers lurking everywhere elephants have lived for centuries.
The current archeological evidence indicates that the first discovery of these huge iron spurs in the jungles of Africa dated back at least 4000 years. But the form and fashion have been pretty consistant wherever they've been discovered. You must take into account the vulnerability of elephants to predators--tigers, lions and the like.
Now you may not realize that elephants are quite acrobatic creatures and can thus pull near Ninja moves when they are individully threatened, or in the role of protectors of their herds.
The current evidence points to the wearing of spurs only on the right hind ankle of the matriarchs who could deliver a savage blow to any danger at the lightening flash speed required to render the attacker such a blow as to completely immobilize it, if not entirely sever essential body parts.
Research has provided little to enlighten us on HOW they accomplished the manufacture of those implements, but as we all know, elephants are very intelligent and agile creatures who can accomplish whatever task they deem necessary.
You'll want to add your prize discovery to the annals of the world renown elephant museum collection in Sydney, no doubt. There are only 23 such artifacts in the known world. Thank you for sharing your discovery, and good job, BB!
Lovely and appropriate accompanying WV: exper
In the olden days, goannas were much larger, and in addition to their long shivery toenails, they had fearsome teeth. One of the favorite activities of Granite Glen forebears was goanna drafting, where they would 'bulldog' as well as ride these fearsome creatures. You didn't do this without spurs!
Dang y'all!! A few of you been hitting the romance novels this winter, eh?
Then I got to the antique elephant spur, rotfl!! Oh heavens, ding ding, that's a winner!!! *wiping tears*
you people are nutso!! But funny... lol
My. sides. are. hurting.
Stop. making. me. laugh. so. freaking. much!
No. Don't. Stop!!!
*takes deep breath and winces*
You guys are so, SO funny!!!
What am I gonna do here??
Aaargghhhh!!!
BB
:-0
Okay, I gotta tell you this story. It was told to me by my step mom who had it told to her by my dad. So you know, it's a bit questionable but then again, here's the proof. Right here in a picture on BB's blog. So this is how it goes. My dear daddy was drafted for the Vietnam War but he being just a youngun and not really wantin to fight (he was skeered of pullin a trigger, see?)decided to jump ship and ended up over there in AussieLand. He ended up with a tribe of aborigines. Thinking he was one of their long lost sons they had a huge celebration and got out their digeradoos and urged him on to play. But daddy couldn't fool 'em. See, that missing son was known as the best darn digeradoo player in the bush. But one night he was out practicing his tunes and he never returned. The tribespeople set out to find him. Over at the water hole where he was wont to play all they found was his "digeradoo holder" (which you see there in that there picture BB has posted on her blog). Well, my daddy, as simple and compassionate a man as ever vowed to find that young man. When he got back State side he finally ran into that young man. He was in a St. Louis bar, playing his digeradoo in a jazz band and making a fistful of money in the process. That young man laughed his arse off when Daddy told him of the tribes sadness over his loss and how they put that digeradoo holder in a place of honor in the center of the village. "What? That ol' broken spur? Harharhar! Well, I guess when I'm good and rich I'll go back and let 'em in on the joke!" Guess he never made it if yous got it. Well, there's the story. Take it or leave it. It is my daddy's tellin' after all!
De lurking coz I want to have a go, but there isn't a big story to go with.
Its a paint brush holder.
In the middle of a major drought when everyone was in desperate need of money the house cow was looking more like food than a source of milk as she had dried up. One day a passing interior designer/farmhand decided to help out the family. He engineered a paint brush holder for the old girl to hold in her teeth and with some paint and an easel offered her molasses coated apples in exchange for making masterpieces. The cow went on to become a very famous artist and now her and her beau (the designer!!) are living it up in the big city and she uses a computer instead, while her original paint brush holder lies rusting in a corner of the shed long forgotten!!
Ok maybe there was a story after all!
OK. I have solved my "holy cow, how can I possibly choose ONE answer from this amazing selection" problem... by passing the hot potato to my MOTHER. (Some things never change, eh Mum?).
She is ploughing through the entries as we speak (read?) and will announce her selection tonight. I might add a bonus winner also. All will be announced first thing Friday morning. Stay tuned!
Good luck!!!
*wipes brow*
BB
I know i can't win 2 MP contests- but I'm still saying it is a broken spur from your horse's production of 'boogie nights'...dirk diggler and so on.....resulting in baby 'cheeky possum'! (not boggie. BOOGIE. american movie ; )
Oh goodness, my first thought was an ancient spur, dug out of the red earth, but is that too obvious? I'm seriously not going to make the coffee-spitworthy entry here! I've lost all sense of creativity right now. My return to the land of preschoolers this week is seriously taking the wind out of my sails. But I had fun reading everyone else's guesses! ;-)
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